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lyrics

When the lights don’t impress no more you’ll probably fly
I’ll stay with my friends and we’ll get drunk on the North Side
But you probably don’t want to follow me down
Because I’m fucked up kid without a plan
It shows me why you do the things you can every time

My brother wrote a letter
He told me not to choke
Regina’s just a dream he said, she vanishes in smoke
But you probably don’t want to follow me down
Because I’m fucked up kid without a plan
It shows me why you do the things you can

She slow danced with me
Three hundred and sixty five days I counted
The world stops turning around

I’ve got milk crates full of records that tell me I’m a clone
No, I don’t need a lecture on how to be alone
But you probably don’t want to follow me down
Because I’m fucked up kid without a plan
It shows me why you do the things you can every time

She slow danced with me
Three hundred and sixty five days I counted
The world stops turning around
Get a bottle of something
And a song that’s a savior to me
Asking ‘Oh, Lord Jesus
Is that sincerity?’